It was 20 January 2013. I ushered my 1st born
son, Matthew’s arrival to this world. I held him, as if the weight of the whole
world were in my hand. 23 months later, my only daughter, Hannah was born. 75
months later, my youngest son, Jonathan join us. Our family is now complete.
There is no doubt that my children bring me immense joy of
life. But the truth is, being a father is not a bed of roses.
There were times I felt helpless. I was clueless on how to
raise my kids, but I marched through those sleepless nights.
There were times I was defeated by myself, hurt my own kids
emotionally, but I never, ever going to give up on my children. Not a single
moment.
The truth is, there were times I was crushed by the weight
of this world: work, health, financial burdens, and worst of all: society
expectations – what a “good” father should do…, but I swallowed my pride. I
allow my tears to be only seen in my car’s rear-view mirror. I still smile at
home, pretending everything is ok.
When I’m home, these little munchkins will run into my arms.
“Daddy, I want to play horse and fighting with you tonight.”
“Daddy, can you teach me how to do Zoom public speaking?”
“Daddy, can we go to Melaka when there is no more virus
outside?”
Yes, my dearest children. If I could, I will give you my
whole life to play with you. If I could, I will impart you everything I know.
If I could, we will travel to many countries and explore this wonderful world
together.
Fathers, the truth is, we are rich not because of the amount
in our bank account, but we are truly rich because of the blessings that showered
upon us through our children. Just be there for your children and your blessings
will come.
It is said that a truly rich man is one whose children run
into his arms when his hands are empty. I have that, therefore I’m truly rich.
To all the fathers here, the truth is, we are truly rich because of our children. Happy Father’s Day. Thank you.
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